Share this poet:
James Thomson
|
 |
|
James Thomson Poems
- In The Train AS we rush, as we rush in the Train, ...
- The Four Seasons : Summer From brightening fields of ether ...
- An Elegy Upon James Therburn, ... Now, Chatto, you're a...
- The Seasons: Winter See! Winter comes, to rule the varied ...
- A Poem Sacred To The Memory Of...
- Hymn On Solitude Hail, mildly pleasing solitude, Companion ...
- The Four Seasons : Autumn Crown'd with the sickle and the ...
James Thomson was a Scottish poet and playwright, known for his masterpiece The Seasons and the lyrics of Rule, Britannia!.
Scotland, 1700-1725
James Thomson was born in Ednam in Roxburghshire around 11 September 1700 and baptised on 15 September. The fourth of nine children of Thomas Thomson and Beatrix Thomson (née Trotter). Beatrix Thomson was born in Fogo, Berwickshire and was a distant relation of the house of Hume. Thomas Thomson was the Presbyterian minister of Ednam until eight weeks after Thomson’s birth, when he was admitted as minister of Southdean, where Thomson spent most of his early years.
Thomson may have attended the parish school of ... more »
Click here to add this poet to your My Favorite Poets.
Quotations
more quotations »-
I know no subject more elevating, more amazing, more ready to the poetical enthusiasm, the philosophical reflection, and the moral sentiment than the works of nature. Where can we meet such variety, s...
James Thomson (1700-1748), Scottish poet. The Seasons, preface. Thomson's new attitude toward nature anticipated the Romantic movement.
In The Train
AS we rush, as we rush in the Train,
The trees and the houses go wheeling back,
But the starry heavens above the plain
Come flying on our track.
All the beautiful stars of the sky,
The silver doves of the forest of Night,
Over the dull earth swarm and fly,
Companions of our flight.
We will rush ever on without fear;
Let the goal be far, the flight be fleet!
For we carry the Heavens with us, dear,
While the Earth slips from our feet!
PoemHunter.com Updates
-
Check out
Classic Poets
-
Footsteps of Angels
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
-
A Song About Myself
John Keats
-
A Very Short Song
Dorothy Parker
nice one.. good to know personal views...10
Good to stay
I shall be far away
Form untruthful way
Rather it shall be good to stay
As normal as possible and pray